Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 363: It turns out you don’t like being forced

"Hmm~ Hum~"

The nymph maids guarding the door all lowered their heads, looking calm, as if they were already accustomed to this kind of sound.

After all, this is Aphrodite's palace, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

However, they were still a little embarrassed about the identities of the two people who made such noise in the palace.

Oh, it's so exciting in broad daylight!
The few people who lowered their heads looked at each other, and each of them showed an excited expression of eating a big melon on their face.

That's the best part about being a maid to Her Majesty Aphrodite.

As the number one socialite on Mount Olympus, the freshest and most exciting news comes out of their mouths every day.

This advantage makes them popular among nymphs.

When they were thinking about how to organize this big melon and share it with other sisters later, a painful call came from the hall.

"Come in quickly, it hurts so much."

Ah? You can't bear this? Should I ask them to help share the burden?

Several nymphs' eyes lit up, and they quickly looked up and rushed into the hall, but they only saw their own god lying on the sofa groaning.

And beside him, holding a branch, Eros was pouring water on it.
"What are you standing there for? Come and apply some medicine on me. This guy is really cruel."

Aphrodite lay lightly on the sofa, the red marks on her body could not be concealed by her semi-transparent gauze dress.

The slightly raised arc makes people's mouth dry. Although it is painful, there is a touching light in the eyes.

Their main god is indeed the rarest being in the world, and the one who knows best how to captivate people.

Although they felt a little regretful, they still obediently took the ointment, but hesitated when they were about to apply it to Aphrodite.

The position of His Majesty the Little God of Love is really difficult to understand. It is really difficult to tell whether he has any strange ideas.

"Why are you looking at me? Just apply some medicine to her. I'll continue pumping after she heals."

Eros looked perfectly normal, glancing over intentionally or unintentionally.

Who would stay in such an occasion?
Several nymphs were speechless. They were supposed to help Aphrodite take off her skirt and apply medicine, so they should have stepped away at this time.

Just as they were hesitating, Aphrodite spoke with a hum.

"Take your medicine and ignore him."

"Alas, he has already insulted me to such an extent that I have no dignity left. What will happen even if he sees it?"

"Even if he wanted to force me to do something, I was powerless to resist. The most I could do was cry and curse at him."

Eros raised his eyebrows when listening to her words which were tinged with sarcasm, suggestion and provocation.

"If you say so, I'm going to get excited."

Eros walked towards her and snatched the ointment from several nymphs.

"You guys step back first, let me serve you personally."

Several nymphs were at a loss and looked at Aphrodite, only to find that their main goddess could only put on a weak and pleading look.

They immediately made up their minds and tactfully retreated.

The Lord God was right. If His Majesty the Little God of Love really wanted to commit a crime, they, the little nymphs, would not be able to stop him. The bedroom of the God of Love and Beauty would probably have His Majesty the Little God of Love as its new owner.

Aphrodite, who was ruthlessly betrayed by her own maids, did not show any sadness or distress.

She simply turned her pitiful, pleading eyes toward Eros and begged in a somewhat soft voice.

"No, let them come."

"You have already said this, and so loudly, did you do it on purpose so that they outside the door could hear it?"

Eros said expressionlessly, picking up the fragrant ointment with his fingers.

"Come, let me see where you got bruised by me, so I can spread it more evenly for you."

Eros has long been immune to this little trick.

When faced with Eros' hand reaching out to untie her belt, Aphrodite did not even try to dodge, but instead smiled sweetly.

"Don't you like this kind of half-heartedness?"

"So do you like the kind of affair where both parties are in love and willing to go along with each other?"

As she spoke, Aphrodite arched her body again, making it higher and her curves more exquisite.

"Well, if you force me, I can't resist you, so you better apply the medicine to me gently."

"Also, if you really want to do this, we really have to avoid people. We can't act like a joke like we did just now."

Aphrodite really was good at acting. In a matter of minutes, she went from resisting to seriously giving advice on their secret relationship.

What is popular now is a secret relationship that is based on mutual consent and hidden from the eyes of others, which is a taboo that goes against everyone's and one's own morals.

Forced? It's just an old trick.

Eros' hand paused for a moment. He really didn't expect Aphrodite to change roles so quickly.

When he came back, he was indeed thinking of beating Aphrodite first and then insulting her severely.

There is no other reason. No matter how charming Aphrodite is, she is essentially a vase goddess.

After returning to the palace and closing the door, Eros could do whatever he wanted.

He just pressed Aphrodite there every day, Richeng Rinpoche, and used it as a pure Fiji cup, and there was no difficulty at all.

The reason for not doing so was simply because he knew that it would be impossible to break Aphrodite's defense by such means.

It would be better to say that it was a bit of a bargain for her.

Could it be that the romantic and passionate goddess of love and beauty, the goddess who is best at making love, would be moved by something like this?

That's just ridiculous.

Therefore, Eros did not choose to do so directly, because there was no point, except for the pleasure.

But then again, sometimes you have to use it when it is needed, otherwise it would be a waste, right?

Eros' hand subconsciously placed on Aphrodite's belt.

　Times have changed. Now when I watch Huang Shu, I don't like the forced ones anymore. I like the ones that are like dogs and couples.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)